Poems About Guitars by Top Critiquers

Cranking out the blues in Racine
inferno's axing my Gitfiddle beams.
Of dark's dilation strangling strings
coated with morphine's cosmoline.
Blinking twilight upon a dream
when the boogyman screams.
Cranking out the blues in Racine
inferno's axing my Gitfiddle beams.

A young Lieutenant Commander Spock
Was emulating his Star Fleet cats
Because he liked the way they would talk
Regarding the Zen of Minnesota Fats
Guiding his balls into awaiting holes
Without tricorder readings used at all
Or all the fussy logic rigamaroles  
Of a billiard math intellection squall,
Which tempted him to use Jedi force
But Vulcan ethics would not let him cheat
Or take advantage during intercourse
When Vulcan ladies were not in their heat...
 
Which I hear is just every seven years
And not enough...

there were days
when i felt utterly
lost & in despair

i was suicidal

it's music and
mostly placebo
& archive that

kept me alive

it's my saviour
the air i exhale

i speak in music
& dream in music
it's a soft breeze

a beacon in the
darkest of nights
a kind embrace

my only lifeline
and safe space

without my music
i would most likely
have ended this life

I love you as a guitar loves those playful nimble hands. Without your touch, the
strings of my heart can’t play the amazing songs of my life.” ―Debasish Mridha  

pluck my strings again
    let my heart rejoice for you
  every fibre bent
      to the sequence of your strum.
    let your pizzicato thumb
  help me circumvent
      strains my spirit would subdue
    or my mien constrain.

    ancient lullabies
      pungent airs for stringent days
  sombre night-time modes
    paint their thrills along my spine....